![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Yet, in fiction (and most creative arts), the artist generally tries to gather all that personal and historical DNA, and mask it inside the “default” singular voice. You and your voice are not you, you are many: people and things. to announce it’s cleaning day, all day of your pops saying Boiya, you think you smart when you finally gathered the courage to challenge his authority of your crew saying stop being such a bitch and go talk to her when you was a young drunk at the bar of your body trying to activate experiences beyond immeasurable skies over tract homes of even your mind when it tries to walk amongst the intellectual redwoods of Cedric Robinson and Michael Foucault. It is a mutant composite of your mom blasting Rocio Durcal at 7 a.m. When we speak or write, our voice is not the only one being (re)produced. ![]()
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